Vagabond

I sit in silence and suffer as I watch the world go by
Asking anyone and anything what is the antidote to my anguish
I fold my face into my hands and release a catastrophic cry
And pray for something to take this hell and watch it vanquish

Have I become a feeble postmodern vagabond
Traipsing all over the bodies I've harmed
Hiding and ducking in a heroin chic camouflaged
Pull down the facade and let me become unarmed

Devil's Hold

Swim to escape the Devil's grasp
All the while looking in the rear view
I can't seem to inhale or exhale as I swallow and gasp
...As I patiently wait for the Ghoul's purview

Delineate my failed fate
Armor me to the teeth so I may prevail
I won't take his bait
No longer allowing addiction to confine me within this jail

Sadness

I'm swallowed by sadness
What's my disease
Enveloped in a tent of blackness
That's brought me to my knees

Decompose my dying soul
Lay my head down to get well
I've already paid the Devil's toll
I think I hear the cacophony of the death bell

Fool

I became a pencil sharpener for your lies
Stifled by your dubious deeds and deceit
As you witnessed my soul's demise
And kept a tight grasp on my life's receipt

How can I fight you
I smiled to hold back the tears
A medically imbalanced guru
As I clung to you for years

Numbing Defeat

Who needs to eat as my body lays here in defeat
Feel the omnipotent prick of the sterile stick
As I fall into a sweet retreat
And fade away with the clock as it ticks
Numb this inauspicious pain away
Even if it's only for the day
Why can't this emotion stay

Satyr

Am I as ugly on the outside as I have become on the interior?
Where is my deity's match, my Satyr?
Perhaps it's a lapse in esteem; denoting me inferior
It's not as if I've been deemed bestial by catarrh
In fact, my nose nicely juxtaposes my face
Perhaps it's karma plaguing me
Relinquishing my ability to nullify my space
So I sit and wait for duality by the sea
And plea that I may find someone that may understand
What it would be like to gain, lose, and resurrect
Take me by the hand, let me take your command
So we may connect and correct all of our defects

Damask Veil

I'm like a peacock whose feathers are always ruffled
A beautiful mess, in her vintage best; perpetually askew
Battling each and everyday in her own personal scuffle
What's the meaning of life if I am only to feel morose
Veiled and shielded by a blackened damask curtain
That's why I'm in constant search for life's last dose
As I wander through this world thats been deemed  so uncertain